Fandom culture is filled with bottoms. Y'all be calling these mfers "daddy" and saying you want them to rail you.
I be wanting to blow their backs out in an abandoned parking lot and then buy them a 2 for $3 from McDonald's, before leaving them at their house and never making it clear what our relationship is.
Contains / Warnings: Confessions, Cuddles, Mentions of Anxiety, Mentions of Alcohol, Fluff, Suggestive Stuff, Omg they were roommates.
(A/N: I’m back, have quick little fluff as a treat. Also yes I used this banner before.)
You had a really weird roommate. That wasn't you being overly judgmental, that was just a simple observation. It could've been much worse with the entire plan of becoming roommates with a random stranger. But there was no way in hell you could pay for rent with your cashier job, and you would rather die then befriend someone at this point. So your only option was him.
One Edward Nashton, the relatively shy guy that was going to attend your collage, with the added bonus of having a job to pay the bills. It was practically perfect.
And it was rude but even when meeting him there was a part of you that hoped Edward would spend the majority of his time away. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
You couldn't even judge in all honesty since you were in the same boat as him. Your antisocial behavior that was worsened by your anxiety, it all lead to staying in your shared shitty apartment then going out to enjoying the collage life. Edward was probably the only other person you talked to outside of classes or work, and just like you he was the same.
It was awkward at first, both of you hanging around the apartment only being able to start the most stilted of small talk before it died off into uncomfortable silence until one of you called it quits and went back to your room. But there was a slow change, and it started when those god awful conversation starters actually revealed what interests you both had in common.
Quickly warming up to him after that, being charmed by his odd personality that you originally thought would've been a point of contention. You two clicked after that and that was all you really needed to get attached to one another.
It became a usual occurrence to hang out in the living room. At first using the excuse of studying together, but that quickly turned to times where you just enjoyed each others company. From playing games together, trying new budget foods to mixed results, or simply rambling about whatever your minds went to.
And today was one of those days, with both of you lazily sitting on the couch. The entire vibe changing when you pulled out a bottle of whine, a joke gift for Edward getting a promotion, a whole 5 cents difference. It became a blurry night with both of you taking swigs from the bottle, talking about your day, mainly complaining about classes. But it didn't take long for things to take a turn.
"Yeah, I feel like I'm starved—I would have died if touch starvation was a thing." It was a lame passing comment from your buzz, you didn't even remember what started that conversation. But it lead to an odd moment as Edward stared at you nervously, struggling to speak up as he gulped down the wine.
"So you uh, never cuddled anyone?"
"Obviously not."
There was a small pause, his eyes locked directly to yours as you felt yourself become a little nervous, maybe more from embarrassment then anything.
"Wanna test it out then?" Edward suddenly asks.
You were visibly taken aback at his offer, Edward softly cursing under his breath, like he realized just how weird that was.
"I mean, I'm not... against it. Guess it's good to try new thing." You reply, scratching the back of your neck with a timid smile.
"You don't have to, I mean you don't have to settle with me for that." Edward gestures at himself with a forced laugh and that oddly made you feel a little defensive on his part.
"Come on, Ed. Who the hell would I trust to cuddle with? I hate the majority of people."
He looked away at that, becoming a flustered mess so much that he had to bite down a smile.
"So then... how do we do this?" Edward stood up as a way to start, placing the almost empty bottle to the side with a groan.
You laid down with open arms, a teasing smile spreading around your face. "Come here, dude."
Edward stood there for a second, with a face like he thought he was about to do something wrong. It took you calling his name again for him to finally lay on top of you, so carefully, like you were made of glass.
"Relax. I can handle you." You try to soothe while gently pulling him closer. Edward furiously apologized while trying to shift into a more comfortable position. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle as Edward hesitantly laid his head against your chest before letting out a sigh when your arms wrapped around him.
He was going to make a passing comment but it always died off. He couldn't even lie, this was a dream come true, feeling so close to your warmth and scent, it was enough to make Edward nuzzle his cheek against you for just a little more.
And you both stayed that way for who knows how long, losing track of time as you dozed off in each others arms. Only being woken up when bringing up something to keep your minds distracted from it's sleepiness, always dying into random ramblings.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You playfully tease as your grip around him tightened, feeling him hug your torso with a small huff.
"Pft, no."
"That's a shame, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do this more."
Edward paused.
"... I really like this then." He said while hiding his face into the crook of your neck.
"Yeah, me too." You whisper with a hand moving up to his neck, your thumb gently rubbing his cheek as you heard him let out another sigh.
"I can never imagine doing this with anyone but you." Edward confessed, his hands running down your sides. Fluttering your eyes closed, you let out a small noise as Edward kept his hands on you. You wanted to say something, ask him more but you stopped yourself, instead choosing to stay in the moment to focus on his voice and hands. And Edward kept going, whispering to you confession after confession.
"Ed, you're making me feel so many things. And I don't wanna make you regret this." You groan as he gently kissed under your jaw. "I won't regret this, I promise." He mumbled before going back to littering your neck with kisses.
"Fuck, I really really like you." You let out a lighthearted laugh, feeling him slowly stop. "I guess I kinda see you as my boyfriend sometimes."
"Do you mean it?"
"Of course—"
"No, like you're not joking, right?" Edward looked up at you with furrowed brows, pain lacing his face and voice. You were a little speechless, your mind blanking at how desperate he seemed. It was enough to make you sit up to tilt his head up at you.
"Eddie, who else would I want to be my boyfriend? Who else could it be but you? You're the only person I want to stick besides and I mean that."
Edward couldn't stop from smiling, suddenly hiding his face in his hands, letting out a broken laugh.
"Holy shit, are you crying?" You quickly go to comfort him, grabbing his wrists as he shook his head frantically.
"It's the whine, These are—They're happy tears. I just thought that this could never happen." Edward laughed again before wiping his running tears. You took that as sign, leaning closer to him with a grin.
"Wow, We really are walking stereotypes. Close roommates."
You break the golden rule of "don't stick your dick in crazy" when you rail your stalker in an alley.
Edward Nashton x Male Reader (18+)
Word Count: 2571
Contains / Warnings: Smut, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Exhibitionism, First Time, Reader has a dick lol, Dubious consent, Humiliation kink(?), Submissive Edward, No Prep, Riddler giving a certified creep moment.
Luck was never on your side and these past couple of months only solidified that fact.
You first noticed it when working, a certain customer sitting alone while huddled at a table in a far off corner. Staying there for an ungodly amount of time compared to everyone only to simultaneously disappear when your shift was over. You wouldn't have thought much if it stayed like that, but it wasn't until you caught glances of a certain brunette when passing by your usual shortcut that you started getting a hint something was off.
Eventually he started getting more bolder when you didn't 'overreact' to his presence, taking it like you were giving him permission to go further.
Few weeks later when coming home you noticed your front door unlocked, the sheer panic you felt that your stalker was getting reckless or worse- not bothering to cover his tracks at this point. You did everything you could after that, everything a minimum wage waiter in Gotham could really do. You called the police multiple times but with Gotham's high crime rate especially on the more nefarious side, the cops didn't exactly care about a small break-in on the broken downtown side of Gotham.
So you tried to take matters into your own hands that didn't cost a million dollar. Simple things like changing locks, installing a bunch of other ones to the point where you looked like a paranoid mess. Yet it didn't stop them one bit in fact it made the situation worse as you were both now fully aware of one another knowing.
And so the 'gifts' started showing up while your things started to disappear.
Polaroid photos of you in your apartment taken from your windows, a shit ton of cards with riddles and unstable writings you couldn't even make out. What finally broke you was one of your favorite shirts to lounge in went missing along with pairs of boxers. It was honestly creepy knowing your stalker was the perverted kind but it only took a bit before your fear turned into annoyance- with the cops not doing anything and your money basically being wasted with no results you were ready to punch someone. It was after a particular grueling day at work that you were on your wits end, full on pissed off at everything and everyone, especially when the last thing you wanted to deal with when coming home was a god damn stalker.
And those feelings tripled when walking down your familiar shortcut through a dark alley, hearing light footsteps against the wet pavement behind you. Your mind instantly knowing who it was like a six sense. Your walk slowed until fully stopping just to hear his footsteps mirroring you along with his light panting filled with anticipation. You tiredly sigh before turning on your heel, finally being face to face with the shorter man who was now froze in place. Him giving you doe-eyes behind his clear glasses while anxiously fidgeting with his jacket, like he wasn't the one who's been harassing you these pass few months.
Before he could run off at seeing your pissed off face, you grabbed his jacket, pulling him back and pining him against the brick wall, "So you're the bitch that's been stalking me?!"
"Stalker? I'm not a stal-"
"Oh save it, you've been getting on my fucking nerves!" He looked at you wide eyed before his eyebrows furrowed like you had hurt his feelings, "I-I've been good though..."
"Good? You've been breaking into my house!"
"I know that, that's why I sent you those cards to apologize..." Edward mumbles making you scoff at his delusion, "That isn't enough to get my forgiveness- You know how much cash I spent to keep you out!? So what should I do now that I caught you, huh? Beat you till you're one breath away from death? Maybe I'll drag you across the city by the hair to show you off."
Clearly panicking at your threats, he started shouting like crazy, "But the cards I sent! You can't do this to me! No, no, no! I'll stop- Please!" He thrashes around but you easily kept him against the wall leading to him becoming even worse. You felt yourself being pushed to your limit- He was the one who made your life a living hell yet now he was trying to act like the victim? You didn't even stop to think when suddenly grabbing him by the neck and almost like a switch went off he instantly stopped, instead looking up at you anxiously for your next move.
With the newfound silence it took you a second to realize this was the first time you got a good look at him that wasn't from a blurry distance and that's when your mind instantly gave you an intrusive thought- This guy was really cute...in an awkward way? Looking at you in fear with his hands by his side. Too scared to even touch you.
Oh no. There was no way you were feeling this way for the likes of him. Your taste for questionable men on full display as you full on checked him out with no filter. And almost as quick you had another intrusive thought.
"...I'll give you a punishment that keeps you alive. You accept?"
"Accept what?" He asks but you stay don't reply, still waiting for his answer. Edward looked around the dingy alley before giving a hesitant nod, still not knowing what he just agreed to.
"That's a good boy" You tease suddenly lifting him off the ground, arms wrapping around his lower waist as he let out a yelp. Edward looked at you wide eyed before he could say anything you quickly interrupted him, "Shut it, you're gonna take anything I give you."
He stayed quiet more in shock then anything as you easily moved him around. Resting him between your thighs, forcing him to wrap his legs around your waist and grab your shoulders for support, his back against the brick wall as another form of security. You both had a moment where you looked at each other, your eyes eventually trailing down Edward's soft face before it fixated on his neck. You gently kiss it experimentally, hearing a small gasp as you couldn't help but further it. Slowly licking and then full on abusing his neck once you got a taste, littering it in bruises and hickeys, his whimpers only fueling you. You could feel him slowly start grinding against your crotch, enjoying this more then he ever thought- Your attention becoming more addictive by the second then any photoshoot he had of you. He almost cried when you finally pulled away, Edward letting out a whine only to stop halfway when your hands started unbuttoning his dull green jacket, unzipping it as you pause for a second. Oh he looked completely embarrassed while wearing a very familiar missing shirt.
"Really... you've been wearing my shirt- are you wearing my boxers too?" You joke as he stays quiet, looking up at you like he was ready to cry.
"Oh my god..." you say in disbelief, "Well now I gotta see this..." You quickly pull Edward's pants down his thighs to finally be met with your stolen boxers with a noticeable bulge in them, he couldn't help but shiver at the cold air along with your judgmental eyes.
"Wow, that's fucking pathetic." You chuckle while teasingly tugging at them, "Want me to fuck you in them? Keep it as a little reminder." He looked away from you, to ashamed that the idea made his dick twitch. Before the smaller man could respond, you pulled them slightly down, only revealing his rear so you could grabbed it.
Were you really fucking your crazy stalker because he was your type? Especially in a place where you could easily get caught in the act? Yes and you were going to enjoy every second of it.
It was like Edward had that realization as well, quickly going into a panic when the idea of what was happening finally settled, "Wait please- Be gentle! I've never done this before..." He whispers as you go back to teasingly nipping at his neck, your hands caressing and groping his body, hearing him ramble on and on about being gentle and how crazy this was, "So you're a virgin then?" You finally bring up.
Edward stayed quiet, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment as his cute reactions only made you smirk, "Just cause of that I'm gonna make this even more memorable for you, make you feel it till next week." You tug your pants and boxers down your thighs with one hand. Your cock popping out as you gave it a few strokes, smearing your cock in your own pre-cum. Probably the only prep he was going to get as you lined it to his entrance, already feeling impatient. He squeezed his eyes shut when you lowered him, fighting his own body to stay still as he felt your tip go in. The grip on your shoulders tightening before he let out a pained groan when you slid further into him, the burning feeling of you stretching him out made his eyes start tearing up at the unfamiliar feeling.
When you finally bottomed out you could feel him trembling, shoving his face into the crook of your neck in an attempt to keep quiet.
"You're really tight- You're doing so good..." you whisper as Edward practically moaned at your praise. Taking almost no time to let him adjust, you started slowly thrusting into him. Hearing him ramble your name along with lewd intrusive thoughts that he had bottled up, it got you lost in the moment only pushing you further to get rougher. Hands gripping his hips while focusing on how hot and tight he felt around your cock. Seriously this guy had the lewdest body you ever seen or felt, you almost couldn't believe no one fucked him before.
"I can already tell you're naturally a whore, fuck!" Edward couldn't help but shudder at your words, the pain slowly mixing with pleasure when you quickened your pace. His moans were pathetically desperate when begging for more, his arms wrapping around your neck to pull himself closer to you, leaning his head back as he only got louder. You could feel himself shaking like crazy his body jolting and twitching with the feeling of you repeatedly abuse him.
You almost didn't notice until he was practically screaming your name...He was way too loud- or he just didn't have the self control to stop himself anymore. And at this point someone was going to hear him, even if you secretly enjoyed the idea of everyone knowing he was yours now.
"Shut up, someone's gonna catch us!" You hissed only for Edward to let out an apologetic whimper. Using one hand, you pull up his stolen shirt to his lips, leaving his stomach exposed to the cool night air.
"Bite it." You ordered as he instantly did, trying to gain any bit of praise from you. You quickly get back to the moment, both hands back on his hips to continue your pace, now hearing his muffled moans and pleads that hid the sound of skin against skin, quietly echoing through the alley.
It was degrading how he felt, the guy he's been in love with for months now taking his virginity in a place like this- simply because he wanted to let out his frustration on something. Thoughts of strangers walking by and seeing him getting fucked like he had no self-respect was enough to make him sob. But even as you rammed into him and the thought of getting caught scaring him, all he could think about was your pleasure, trying to clench around your cock while staring at you through tears. His mind thinking this was a twisted way of you confessing back to him, that you were giving him this as a reward.
He felt himself getting close, yet even as he got hit with wave after wave of pleasure, he tried his best to hold it in until he got your permission. But with the feeling of you hitting a certain spot it was almost enough to push him over the edge. You quickly noticing his muffled groan and shifted your hips to repeatedly abuse that certain spot, nails digging into his hips to the point where they were definitely going to bruised later. Edward was a sobbing mess at this point, every bit of pain and pleasure mixing together so well that he couldn't hold back anymore- feeling himself cumming almost violently into your boxers, his body tightening and shuddering around you like it was desperately trying to milk you.
"Mmh... I'm gonna-" you quickly pressed him against the wall with your body as you came shortly after, groaning directly next to his ear. Edward stopped biting your shirt, instead moaning your name softly with the feeling of being filled to the brim. You swear that was probably the hardest you came in a while as you savored the moment, your cock still twitching inside him for more. Taking a few minutes to catch your breath you finally slid out of him much to his disappointment, and although it was tempting to go back you wanted to enjoy the sight of his hole being red and stretched, clenching around nothing causing a bit of your cum to leak out onto the concrete floor.
Edward was panting heavily now, his head against the wall revealing his face to you- glasses slightly fogged, covered in a layer of sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead, and the look on his face- he was clearly out of it. In complete bliss with the feeling of being used by you and only you. You carefully let him down onto his feet yet he didn't let go of your neck, only weakly letting out a whine in defiance. Sighing in defeat- you let him have his way while pulling up his boxers that had an obvious wet stain on it along with his pants. You could still feel him trembling lightly, mumbling things like 'Thank you' and 'Again' under his breath.
"Hey, you good?" Edward slightly nodded, "Never been better..." He joked quietly before there was a noticeable silence as you quickly pulled up your own pants, just to be met with the feeling of him nuzzling your neck affectionally.
"So what's your name, big boy?" You ask, wanting to know your stalker and the guy you just railed in public.
"It's uh- Edward..."
You stayed quiet again in thought, you knew you'd probably regret this and that you were just rewarding his bad behavior but there was a small side of you that still thought he was kinda cute to form some sort of affection. The thought of leaving him here just felt wrong at this point- that and you didn't wanna get murdered from hurting his feelings.
So you close your eyes with a sigh, almost in disbelief what you were about to do.
"Uhm...Wanna go to my place? I rather you go home with me then break in or whatever..." you say hesitantly as Edward instantly smiled with a frantic nod.
He finally let's your neck go, but before you could take a few steps forward, you hear him instantly trip onto the floor with a loud groan. Quickly looking back to be met with his awkward smile looking up at you.
"H...Hey- Uh can you lend me a hand? I really can't walk at the moment..."
Bruce calls you in the middle of the night, you can instantly sense something is off only for him to tell you about a realization he had when remembering his parent’s relationship.
Bruce x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1125
Contains / Warnings: No pronouns used for reader, Established friendship, Friends to Lovers, Love confessions, Bruce talks about his parents, Small and quick fic for the homies.
It was late at night when you heard your phone buzzing loudly, the bright screen almost blinding as you groaned in bed. Hand aimlessly trying to grab it from the nightstand with your face buried into your pillow. When you finally did you stared at the screen with squinting eyes for a second until finally being able to make out the words 'unknown number' boldly there.
Shit...If he's calling you this late something must have gone down-
You take a deep breath before accepting the call, bringing it up to your ear only being met with unnerving silence.
"Uh- Hello?" Your horsed voice called out, your brain to sleepy yet nervously running to conclusions at the same time to even cringe at the way you sounded.
"Hey." You pause as that voice made it to your ears, your body doing a 180 as you jolted out of bed, not noticing him call out your name when you don't respond.
You hear him repeat your name this time, so softly that you could miss it. Your mind rushing to come up with anything after hearing him use that voice on you.
"Uh yeah I'm here- just was startled."
Bruce stared down at his screen, the sounds of bats chirping in the distance. Already in his several layers of baggy clothes, yet the cold air still sent a shiver up his spine when he heard your voice.
"Yeah..." You raise a brow at his lack of conversation, Bruce had never been the most talkative of people but there was a difference in his tone that made everything almost have a daunting feel. Getting more anxious by the second you start to pace around your bedroom, focusing on the freezing cold floor as an attempt to distract yourself from just how slightly off everything felt.
"So you good? Why did you call me so late?" You finally get the courage to ask.
"I tried what you recommend and it worked."
"Calling to thank me for some programming advice? Doesn't sound like you." Your eyes looking around at every shadow that reminded you of the certain bat while waiting out another pause.
"Bruce, you can tell me what's wrong." Quietly whispering into the phone, you finally hear him sigh.
"I just wanna hear your voice right now."
You almost dropped your phone at that, the thought of Bruce simply calling you for something as personal as that instead of having an underling goal or mission was a miracle. A miracle that scared you at this unfamiliar territory you were now on.
"Oh- Um...Okay. Wanna talk about your day then? You in your night shift still?"
"No, just finished up a while ago, I'm at the hideout right now."
"Hm, And how was it?" You try to continue knowing that any conversation with Bruce would mainly be one-sided but you didn't mind, it was only the moments of silence like now that made you uneasy. The thought of him ending the call abruptly always on the back of your mind.
"...Bruce?" You shyly called out.
"I saw something tonight, something that made me realize a lot- I don't know how to even say it to the point where I think it would be better to let it down." He sounded like he was thinking out loud, his voice more like a mutter that you could barely hear.
"Come on, you can't just say that and expect me not to wonder." You try to sound lighthearted only to be met with Bruce's somber words.
"I got reminded of my parents..."
"Oh-" you instantly regretted asking now, knowing this was painful territory.
"I've held memories of them just being my parents but I got reminded how much they really loved each other."
"Yeah, I think a lot of us have those moments. I think the older we get the more we appreciate or get humbled when seeing our parents as people." You say not trying to stir him away from the topic, yet still nervous to say anything with to much weight.
"You know... my dad always admired my mom so openly, especially around me. There wasn't a story he hadn't told me over a dozen times about their first dates. I hated it back then, thinking it was gross like every other kid would have." You just listen, letting him go on as you could sense him smiling at the other end of the call. A small moment of vulnerability you didn't wanna ruin.
"And now I look back at those moments and can't help but think about what they had, something that I now know runs so deep."
"We all have hopes of meeting someone we can admire that much." You respond while settling down onto your bed again. Bruce let out a shaky breath before speaking up.
"There's something else too. I needed to hear you, just to see... to confirm it." You notice his tone become even shyer, his voice almost giving out at the end.
"You can say it, don't worry."
"The way my dad spoke about her- the way he looked at my mom. I never knew what it meant back then but I think I do now. I finally know what makes a man act like that."
You stay quiet, the feelings of butterflies in your stomaching was enough to make your head dizzy, only being able to hang onto each and every word.
"I think about you often. You cross my mind everyday. I dream of the stories we could tell, the things we could do."
You almost had to check this wasn't a dream, a cruel dream that you would wake up from soon. But no, it was as real as it could be. Yet you couldn't help but doubt this moment.
"Bruce are you sure about this- to be telling me this?"
"I know I'm not the best at expressing myself and that there's still a small part of me that fears this... but I want to at least say it before I lose anything, if I somehow lose you."
You let out a small laugh in disbelief, rubbing your temple as you sat up.
"You'll never lose me, I can't really leave your side." You smile, Bruce feeling the tips of his own lips tugging up for a brief moment.
"You swear? To stay by my side?"
You hum, looking out your window to see those twinkling city lights, the closest to stars in a city like this.
"I rather say it to your face, give you a proper confession." You say playfully, only to be met with the sound of clothes shuffling. You nervously called out his name when you continue hearing the sound instead of his voice.
"Give me fifteen minutes." Was all he said, hanging up the call as you look at your phone in confusion. Only to instantly become flustered as you realized Bruce was going to give you exactly what you wanted.
“Being Bruce's childhood friend has always been painful.”
Bruce Wayne x Male Reader
Word Count: 1034
Contains / Warnings: Angst/No comfort, Established friendship, also didn't notice how homoerotic I made detective stuff sound.
Bruce had invited you to his hideout after asking for some classified files you had access to, something he rarely did but his new mission called for all hands on deck and that included you, someone he knew to be outside of Gotham's corruption.
With that you were happily spending the entire day with him, helping him with deciphering codes, bouncing theories between each other as you both naturally slipped into a comfortable yet quick rhythm. Turning out results that would've made anyone say you were made to work with each other.
Even then you were able to crack a few jokes much to Bruce's deadpan face but that just made you even more determined to make him smile while still focusing on the job. It wasn't until you finally made the most painfully unfunny joke in your life that Bruce finally let out an auditable chuckle.
"Oh my God, that's what made you laugh- Out of everything? Your sense of humor is so broken." You looked up from your papers in disbelief as his face slipped back to it's usually expression, "That was a pity laugh."
"Bruce doesn't do pity laughs! Who are you, imposter?" You tease while poking him with a pen, the tips of his mouth tugging up. "I got specific taste in my comedy, I'll admit."
"I mean it was bad when we were kids but it must've deteriorated as you got older-" You stated before exchange the files you've been working on, looking over at each others work in silence, the room now being filled with the noise of papers being flipped and the scribbles of pens.
Your words still lingered in his mind, leading to a walk through memory lane. Memories of you playing as kids unknowing of the grim future that bled into teenagehood, it was at that time that he lost what little friends he had, yet you were the only one that stayed. Fighting to be by his side when everyone would have given up. He always hated remembering that time- all the horrible things he said in an attempt to push you away.
You noticed the taller man slowing down, soon setting his pen down making you nervously look around, before you could ask what was wrong he spoke up.
"You've been here... with me for a long time, haven't you?"
You anxiously placed the files down, all you attention on him now "Of course... You can't rid of someone like me easily. I stick around much to everyone's surprise." You gesture at yourself, before you could ramble on he interrupts you.
"Why?"
Was all he asked yet you could feel the weight of that simple question with his tone.
You paused with furrowed brows "Uh well... I care for you and that's not something I feel often about others. We've been through hell- I guess we're both a couple of broken people stuck together by chance."
He says quiet while looking down at you, taking a step closer as he whispers softly "You don't have to stay then. I don't want you to gain hope for someone like me, especially if it'll hurt you."
"Hurt me? Oh Bruce- I knew exactly what I was signing up for when I started hanging around you." You let out a bittersweet laugh before it quickly died at the sight of his face in it's usual melancholy.
"There might be a day that you lose me." He states.
"I had that fear before, the closest I've felt was when you started isolated yourself. I felt that fear so intensely. But I'm happy I did because at that moment I decided you were worth keeping in my life." You glance up at him noticing his eyes trailing down your face only to fixate on your lips "I want you here with me...In someway."
"You're too good for me."
There was a moment of silence, the air almost becoming suffocating as you just stood still. Years of tension like this never made it any easier, underlying feelings always becoming clear as they came to the surface for a brief moment. Even then both of you never brought it up, almost like an unspoken rule. These moments where meant to be hidden, a secret between you both that just built up the longer you stood by his side.
He leaned forward making your breath hitched, lips so close yet never touching. You looked up at him with pleading eyes for a kiss, a kiss that would finally break years of meaningful stares, like a proper confession. But it didn't come as he turned his head, pulling away while you let out a shaky sigh.
"I know what I just said but...I can't do this. Not like this." You break the silence as Bruce glances at you before his eyes lock onto a wall, avoiding your gaze. You walk up to him, pulling him closer by his forearm as a desperate attempt to get his attention.
"We can't keep doing this, we can't keep talking like it's normal when we look at each other like that- when we almost kiss!" You scoff at him before raising your voice again when he doesn't respond, "At least acknowledge it!"
"You're the one that wanted to stay. I didn't ask you to."
You grow more frustrated by the second while he goes back to continuing his silence, not even bothering to look at you. You could feel yourself tearing up much to your embarrassment as your voiced trembled.
"Bruce, what even are we?"
"Just friends."
Was all he said, those two words hitting you like a bullet as you couldn't help but freeze, it took a while before you slowly started nodding in bitter acceptance, "Is that what you really want?"
"It's what I need." He states.
That was all you needed to hear, turning around before making your way to the elevator door hastily.
"Then fucking act like it." You slam the vintage gate, the noise echoing across the cave as Bruce stayed still. Fighting every urge in his body to run after you. A memory of your teenage self doing the same thing crossed his mind.
